Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from El Salvador and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Buckinghams to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Metal Thangz,
Japan,
The Beau Brummels,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Golliwogs,
Surgeon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kas Product,
Bootsy Collins,
Faust,
Wasted Youth,
Youth Brigade,
Shuggie Otis,
The Pretty Things,
JFA,
Todd Terry,
Gang Starr,
The Music Machine,
The Standells,
Brothers Johnson,
Cecil Taylor,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Motions,
Porter Ricks,
Silicon Teens,
Pantaleimon,
the Human League,
The Smiths,
Von Mondo,
In Retrospect,
Funkadelic,
Spandau Ballet,
Banda Bassotti,
Shoche,
Fatback Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Albert Ayler,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun City Girls,
Eli Mardock,
The Tremeloes,
Peter & Gordon,
Kerrie Biddell,
The J.B.'s,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Laurel Aitken,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kayak,
Idris Muhammad,
Lindisfarne,
Cybotron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Connie Case,
Warsaw,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.